sylvia-plath

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a9ac608	I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.	sleep sylvia-plath soul	Sylvia Plath
e97e948	My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.	too-much the-bell-jar sylvia-plath worse think yourself mother thinking	Sylvia Plath
7d8ab80	I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.	sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night	Sylvia Plath
affbfa1	"That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said."	the-bell-jar roses sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
e2bcb71	When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.	future the-bell-jar grow-up sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
7404189	Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.	poems writer poetry writing plath journals sylvia-plath poet	Sylvia Plath
ace3411	I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more	floor still safe sylvia-plath summer	Sylvia Plath
467f3b4	I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.	fear hope love the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
a79f2dd	Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.	depression sadness the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
bb2acdb	"I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up."	the-bella-jar married sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
4441d6b	I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.	page-147 the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
d080164	Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.	fangirling identify-with the-bell-jar sylvia-plath obsession	Arlaina Tibensky
0b6c1f8	Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Floated on a glass that was invisible. Unlike swans, Having no reflections; Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you You, there on your back, Eyes to the sky.	gulliver sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
ff8cad4	"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;	sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
a0d41d4	If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.	sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
f906d42	All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear.	sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
99438e1	if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul,body and pride of man?	journals sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
8c5b09c	They might ignore me immediately. In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.	the-arrival-of-the-bee-box sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
fbdc610	She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.	sylvia-plath edge	Sylvia Plath
086306f	That such a final, tragic, and awful thing is suicide can exist in the midst of remarkable beauty is one of the vastly contradictory and paradoxical aspects of life and art.	suicide suicidality tormented-mind tortured-artist sylvia-plath manic-depression bipolar-disorder	Kay Redfield Jamison
ae1e99b	"So what do you think?' He asked, holding up the book. 'I think Salinger is a closet paedophile,' I replied placidly and was surprised and comforted by this minuscule, acidic, bitter Sylvia Plath like mocking, sniping tone that had crept into my voice. 'The main character Seymour is a fully grown man and a pervert who befriends young girls with his storytelling and swimming, just to get close enough to groom them in preparation for the inevitable sexual assault he lusts after. You might have noticed for example in A Perfect Day For Bananafish he grabs the young girls-'	quote j-d-salinger sylvia-plath	J.D. Gallagher
6037b67	Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this darkling plain. In 1906 Winston Churchill, then the minister responsible for British colonies, had been honored by an invitation from Kaiser Wilhelm II to attend the annual maneuvers of the Imperial German Army, held at Breslau. The Kaiser was 'resplendent in the uniform of the White Silesian Cuirassiers' and his massed and regimented infantry... Strange to find Winston Churchill and Sylvia Plath both choosing the word 'roller,' in both its juggernaut and wavelike declensions, for that scene.	war poetry british-overseas-territories cars cavalry churchill englishness german-army german-empire infantry kaiser kaiser-wilhelm-ii silesia sylvia-plath upper-silesia wrocław british-empire germany	Christopher Hitchens

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sylvia Plath

e97e948

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

too-much the-bell-jar sylvia-plath worse think yourself mother thinking

Sylvia Plath

7d8ab80

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night

Sylvia Plath

affbfa1

"That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said."

the-bell-jar roses sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

e2bcb71

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

future the-bell-jar grow-up sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

7404189

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

poems writer poetry writing plath journals sylvia-plath poet

Sylvia Plath

ace3411

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

floor still safe sylvia-plath summer

Sylvia Plath

467f3b4

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

fear hope love the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

a79f2dd

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

depression sadness the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

bb2acdb

"I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up."

the-bella-jar married sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

4441d6b

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

page-147 the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

d080164

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.

fangirling identify-with the-bell-jar sylvia-plath obsession

Arlaina Tibensky

0b6c1f8

Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Floated on a glass that was invisible. Unlike swans, Having no reflections; Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you You, there on your back, Eyes to the sky.

gulliver sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

ff8cad4

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

a0d41d4

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

f906d42

All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear.

sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

99438e1

if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul,body and pride of man?

journals sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

8c5b09c

They might ignore me immediately. In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

the-arrival-of-the-bee-box sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

fbdc610

She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.

sylvia-plath edge

Sylvia Plath

086306f

That such a final, tragic, and awful thing is suicide can exist in the midst of remarkable beauty is one of the vastly contradictory and paradoxical aspects of life and art.

suicide suicidality tormented-mind tortured-artist sylvia-plath manic-depression bipolar-disorder

Kay Redfield Jamison

ae1e99b

"So what do you think?' He asked, holding up the book. 'I think Salinger is a closet paedophile,' I replied placidly and was surprised and comforted by this minuscule, acidic, bitter Sylvia Plath like mocking, sniping tone that had crept into my voice. 'The main character Seymour is a fully grown man and a pervert who befriends young girls with his storytelling and swimming, just to get close enough to groom them in preparation for the inevitable sexual assault he lusts after. You might have noticed for example in A Perfect Day For Bananafish he grabs the young girls-'

quote j-d-salinger sylvia-plath

J.D.    Gallagher

6037b67

Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this darkling plain. In 1906 Winston Churchill, then the minister responsible for British colonies, had been honored by an invitation from Kaiser Wilhelm II to attend the annual maneuvers of the Imperial German Army, held at Breslau. The Kaiser was 'resplendent in the uniform of the White Silesian Cuirassiers' and his massed and regimented infantry... Strange to find Winston Churchill and Sylvia Plath both choosing the word 'roller,' in both its juggernaut and wavelike declensions, for that scene.

war poetry british-overseas-territories cars cavalry churchill englishness german-army german-empire infantry kaiser kaiser-wilhelm-ii silesia sylvia-plath upper-silesia wrocław british-empire germany

Christopher Hitchens